Me train running low on soul coalThey push+pull tactics are driving me locoThey shouldn't do that no no noThey shouldn't do that

Me train running low on dream steamThey pull me whistle too hard me bound to screamAnd they shouldn't do that no no noThey shouldn't do that

Think I'm going south for the winterThink I'm going mad in this hinterlandBetween young and oldI'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm toldAnd I'm told there's no more coalFor the older enginesMe train running low on soul coal

Think I'm going south for the winterThink I'm going west and my sprinter's speedIs reduced to a crawlMy rails went straight, but straight into the wallIt's the wall on which they dash the older engines

And all my servants are leavingImagination gone packingCan't find the wound from where I'm bleedingHe's just a nut and he's cracking